-Yes, I know I have not updated this in forever. And yes, this chapter
turned out to be extremely short. But it's that time of the year again, and
I have spent the past week crammed in my room studying for these damn
finals, and not to mention the post finale fic that I started (and should
be working on right now . . .) No, that's not a very good excuse. But it
will have to do : )
-In case anyone is wondering, I am half way through the next chapter in The End, but I felt bad and needed to update this. I also might have a angst/fluff short story out with this one, but I'm not sure yet. So re-read this in the interim and I will have the next chapter up before you know it.
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You know that dream where you somehow find yourself standing in front of the entire student body naked? Well this, what just happened, is about a thousand times worse. No, I'm not kidding. In fact, it would be enjoyable compared to this.
I have been siting here with my eyes closed *obviously* expecting a kiss for the longest five seconds of my life. And that's about all it takes to embarrass the hell out of me.
Not only that, but he has actually gotten off the bed. Could this possibly get *any* worse? I should probably open my eyes but that would mean looking at him, which is something I absolutely cannot do at the moment. Ok, a drawer's opening. There's some shuffling going on. And now the drawers shut.
The bed slightly shifts as he returns; though I can tell that he is now kneeling in front of me. Still my eyes are closed, sealed shut at the thought of accepting the fact that I just made a fool of myself in front of *him*.
"Sydney?"
Eyes still shut.
"Syd, open your eyes."
And just what makes him think that I would want to do that? I shake my head in response, attempting to deject the reality of the situation for a moment longer.
Suddenly, I feel his hand on my cheek and he turns my face to what I can assume is his.
"*Sydney*."
His voice is pleading with me in a near whisper, and I damn him for having so much power over me. If this had been some Russian interrogator, my eyes would be glued shut. But with Vaughn, think again. Slowly my eyes open and I refocus to find him kneeling in front of me, like I suspected, with a box in his hand. No, not *that* box. It is a little larger and a bit worn out.
He stares at me for a minute and I return the stare questioningly. Finally, a reassuring you-just-saved-my-life-gee-we're-in-France? smile appears on his face. I do my best to return the sentiment and reach my hand out to touch the box.
"What's in the box."
It's a statement, not a question.
He continues to smile as he looks down at it and then at me. Slowly he releases the clasp and opens the lid, revealing an old, classic looking watch. I look at it for a moment, completely confused.
The laugh I get from him lets me know that he sees that.
"This watch used belonged to my dad. When he gave it to me he said that I could set my heart by the watch. Sydney, it stopped on October 1st, the day we met."
"That's a good thing, right?"
He looks at me incredulously and lets out a small laugh, not realizing that I am dead serious. That could mean anything, he could be saying that because of me he no longer has a love life. On the other hand, he could be saying what I have wanted to hear my entire life.
"Yes, Syd, it's a good thing. I wasn't kidding earlier when I said I wasn't going to kiss you. And not because I don't want to, Lord knows I do more than anything I have ever wanted in my life. It's because once would never be enough, I wouldn't be able to look at you again without trying to plan the next time I could kiss you. And that would distract me from 'handling' you, which could get you killed. And if anything ever happened to you because of me, I just couldn't live with that. I guess I just want you to know that no matter what happens, no matter how long we have to wait . . . you do have my heart, you always will."
Of course upon hearing this tears begin to spring into my eyes. He does that to me a lot, doesn't he? I know that it took a lot for him to say this to me, but it is the most . . . romantic (even though that's cheesy) thing anyone has ever said. I don't know how he does it, but he always find the right words.
"You are amazing, do you know that?"
A crimson red immediately rushes to his cheeks and she smiles at his humble nature.
"No I'm not."
"Yes, Vaughn, you are. You're the most amazing person I have ever met. No one, *no one* has ever had the ability to make me feel this . . .this happy."
To someone from the outside, the statement would seem sweet and sentimental, but Vaughn knew what she was admitting to him. No one included Danny. And he knew how hard it must have been for her to say that. Just as he opened his mouth to reply, he saw her head whip down to her skirt and watched as snatched the beeper off trying to figure out exactly who had interrupted them.
"I thought you threw that thing into the Pacific."
After flashing him a short reassuring smile, she glances back down at the beeper and frowns.
"Who is it?"
"My dad, he probably just wants to know how thinks worked out. Everyone had been looking for you. I'm going to go get my cell phone."
Retreating from the bed, she doesn't catch the regretful look that passes across his face due to the reminder at what she was doing here to start with. Thinking back, he realizes what an ass he had been. It really wasn't that big of a deal, and if things had been the other way around . . .he doesn't know what he would have done if she had reacted to anything in the same manner. The word sorry just didn't seem like enough.
"Bristow."
"Hey, dad, you called?"
"I . . .Sloane wanted me to ask you to come back in to the office."
"What are you talking about? He just gave me the rest of the day off?"
"Something important came up. And Sydney?"
"Yeah?"
"Take the service streets, there's heavy traffic on the highway."
Without warning, tears begin to form in her eyes and she stares straight ahead. This was *not * supposed to happen. Her bad day had just gotten better, in fact wonderful, and no *this *. It was a minute before she could catch her breath.
"OK, dad, I will."
"Goodbye, Sydney."
"Bye, love you."
"You too."
The line goes dead, and for a moment she just stares at the phone wondering if this is all real. Wondering if the hell that is her life she got worse than she had ever imagined. She hasn't looked back at him and he gets anxious as to what has caused her to suddenly turn off.
"Sydney? Syd, what is it?"
Taking a deep breath, she turns her face to look directly at him.
"My dad, he . . .he's been made."
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-Dun dun dun . . .Yeah, I did steal half of this chapter from the real story. But I think it's turning out pretty well, and I have finally figured out where I want it to go. Which means more updates. Wahoo! Ok, now go and review and I might have a few chapters up by the end of the week. Let me reiterate the *might * in that sentence . . . : )
-In case anyone is wondering, I am half way through the next chapter in The End, but I felt bad and needed to update this. I also might have a angst/fluff short story out with this one, but I'm not sure yet. So re-read this in the interim and I will have the next chapter up before you know it.
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You know that dream where you somehow find yourself standing in front of the entire student body naked? Well this, what just happened, is about a thousand times worse. No, I'm not kidding. In fact, it would be enjoyable compared to this.
I have been siting here with my eyes closed *obviously* expecting a kiss for the longest five seconds of my life. And that's about all it takes to embarrass the hell out of me.
Not only that, but he has actually gotten off the bed. Could this possibly get *any* worse? I should probably open my eyes but that would mean looking at him, which is something I absolutely cannot do at the moment. Ok, a drawer's opening. There's some shuffling going on. And now the drawers shut.
The bed slightly shifts as he returns; though I can tell that he is now kneeling in front of me. Still my eyes are closed, sealed shut at the thought of accepting the fact that I just made a fool of myself in front of *him*.
"Sydney?"
Eyes still shut.
"Syd, open your eyes."
And just what makes him think that I would want to do that? I shake my head in response, attempting to deject the reality of the situation for a moment longer.
Suddenly, I feel his hand on my cheek and he turns my face to what I can assume is his.
"*Sydney*."
His voice is pleading with me in a near whisper, and I damn him for having so much power over me. If this had been some Russian interrogator, my eyes would be glued shut. But with Vaughn, think again. Slowly my eyes open and I refocus to find him kneeling in front of me, like I suspected, with a box in his hand. No, not *that* box. It is a little larger and a bit worn out.
He stares at me for a minute and I return the stare questioningly. Finally, a reassuring you-just-saved-my-life-gee-we're-in-France? smile appears on his face. I do my best to return the sentiment and reach my hand out to touch the box.
"What's in the box."
It's a statement, not a question.
He continues to smile as he looks down at it and then at me. Slowly he releases the clasp and opens the lid, revealing an old, classic looking watch. I look at it for a moment, completely confused.
The laugh I get from him lets me know that he sees that.
"This watch used belonged to my dad. When he gave it to me he said that I could set my heart by the watch. Sydney, it stopped on October 1st, the day we met."
"That's a good thing, right?"
He looks at me incredulously and lets out a small laugh, not realizing that I am dead serious. That could mean anything, he could be saying that because of me he no longer has a love life. On the other hand, he could be saying what I have wanted to hear my entire life.
"Yes, Syd, it's a good thing. I wasn't kidding earlier when I said I wasn't going to kiss you. And not because I don't want to, Lord knows I do more than anything I have ever wanted in my life. It's because once would never be enough, I wouldn't be able to look at you again without trying to plan the next time I could kiss you. And that would distract me from 'handling' you, which could get you killed. And if anything ever happened to you because of me, I just couldn't live with that. I guess I just want you to know that no matter what happens, no matter how long we have to wait . . . you do have my heart, you always will."
Of course upon hearing this tears begin to spring into my eyes. He does that to me a lot, doesn't he? I know that it took a lot for him to say this to me, but it is the most . . . romantic (even though that's cheesy) thing anyone has ever said. I don't know how he does it, but he always find the right words.
"You are amazing, do you know that?"
A crimson red immediately rushes to his cheeks and she smiles at his humble nature.
"No I'm not."
"Yes, Vaughn, you are. You're the most amazing person I have ever met. No one, *no one* has ever had the ability to make me feel this . . .this happy."
To someone from the outside, the statement would seem sweet and sentimental, but Vaughn knew what she was admitting to him. No one included Danny. And he knew how hard it must have been for her to say that. Just as he opened his mouth to reply, he saw her head whip down to her skirt and watched as snatched the beeper off trying to figure out exactly who had interrupted them.
"I thought you threw that thing into the Pacific."
After flashing him a short reassuring smile, she glances back down at the beeper and frowns.
"Who is it?"
"My dad, he probably just wants to know how thinks worked out. Everyone had been looking for you. I'm going to go get my cell phone."
Retreating from the bed, she doesn't catch the regretful look that passes across his face due to the reminder at what she was doing here to start with. Thinking back, he realizes what an ass he had been. It really wasn't that big of a deal, and if things had been the other way around . . .he doesn't know what he would have done if she had reacted to anything in the same manner. The word sorry just didn't seem like enough.
"Bristow."
"Hey, dad, you called?"
"I . . .Sloane wanted me to ask you to come back in to the office."
"What are you talking about? He just gave me the rest of the day off?"
"Something important came up. And Sydney?"
"Yeah?"
"Take the service streets, there's heavy traffic on the highway."
Without warning, tears begin to form in her eyes and she stares straight ahead. This was *not * supposed to happen. Her bad day had just gotten better, in fact wonderful, and no *this *. It was a minute before she could catch her breath.
"OK, dad, I will."
"Goodbye, Sydney."
"Bye, love you."
"You too."
The line goes dead, and for a moment she just stares at the phone wondering if this is all real. Wondering if the hell that is her life she got worse than she had ever imagined. She hasn't looked back at him and he gets anxious as to what has caused her to suddenly turn off.
"Sydney? Syd, what is it?"
Taking a deep breath, she turns her face to look directly at him.
"My dad, he . . .he's been made."
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-Dun dun dun . . .Yeah, I did steal half of this chapter from the real story. But I think it's turning out pretty well, and I have finally figured out where I want it to go. Which means more updates. Wahoo! Ok, now go and review and I might have a few chapters up by the end of the week. Let me reiterate the *might * in that sentence . . . : )